i really like the glasses on her

Did I miss it?

Did I miss it or was Susan not mentioned at all in that episode? If so, it proves the theory that Prommy knows who really matters to Oliver and she was just a red herring. If he really thought she was important, wouldn’t he have mentioned the kidnapping as part of the torture?

Was Susan’s kidnapping just a means for him to get Oliver - or did he turn her to his side like an article alluded to a while back? 

Other thoughts: 

  • Stephen Amell was so amazing in this episode. This had to take an emotional toll on him. I’m wondering if that was why he was on a social media break. People were really down on the show at the time, and it was probably hard to take while he was also filming those scenes. 
  • Lot’s of Olicity nods tonight. Like, of all the kills, one that he highlighted was the count. And Felicity’s glasses. Did you see the rage Oliver had when Chase pulled those out? And the focus was really on his son and Felicity - Prommy knows Oliver for sure. 
  • Evelyn was the worst. Will we see her again by season’s end? I know a lot of people are sure she’s Vigilante, but I don’t get that feeling for some reason. Mostly because the EPs mentioned we probably wouldn’t know who Vigilante was this season. 
  • I was actually not surprised by Oliver’s confession. Mostly because I started watching Season 1 again yesterday and that Oliver is waaaaay different than the one we’ve had the last few seasons. He killed without blinking an eye. He was seriously messed up. Notice his confession was in the past tense. 
  • I’m very nervous about the next couple of episodes. I have a feeling it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better for our characters. I’m here for it, but I will need some wine to watch. 

On a better note tho, today @ the hospital I have this 95 yr old lady in my ward and she never gets any visitors bc she doesn’t have anymore close family and her kids lve far away, right? So i’m filing papers on my ward par usual when a nurse asks me to take her to the dining area because she was crying in her room. I’m a really big sap for that stuff so ofc i agree right away and I go see her. Eventually she and I make our way to the dining area by a huge glass window and I was like ‘would you like company?’ and she agreed. So i sat beside this lady and she takes my hand and we’re just holding hands and talking, and it’s p nice. Then she starts thanking me for doing this, for taking her out of her room and sitting with her, and she starts crying again and yo i’m like inches from tears but holding back. So she says I’m one of the nicest people for doing this, and then just goes back to holding hands w me. She eventually falls asleep by the window and then i start crying bc she was so thankful for such a small thing and I felt so bad.

2

So my friend asked for help looking for dining room lights since she liked the first light and her husband hated it and picked the second light as his preference. SO DIFFERENT!! But in my search, I’ve really discovered how much I DESPISE the combo of brushed nickel and frosted glass shades.


Like, I have a real strong reaction of HATRED and REPULSION to all of those lights.

anonymous asked:

Gaiden should have been about the ss travels,or saradas birth.Their were way better ways to go about everything,honestly I think gaiden was him being spiteful because of the harassing he got for the ending and how people thought Karin was the mother. I don't blame people for that,in chap 700 if you saw sarada but dident know who her mom was would you really have thought sakura?Sakura who looks nothing like her?I know glasses shouldn't be used as proof,but look at her and it's sasuke karin

Well I certainly wouldn’t have thought that she was Karin’s daughter, because that wasn’t the direction the story was heading, especially not after the events of 693 onward. Never mind the fact that Karin wasn’t even included in chapter 700. That alone should have been a clear enough indication that Karin had absolutely nothing to do with Sarada.

my wife is literally the best wife ever

i was having a bad day yesterday so i took a bubble bath and when i got out, she had made us some ramen and some pot stickers and she poured us glasses of what drink we liked and she also made some really good tea and cleared the living room so we could play rivals for catan together?????

she’s so sweet and wonderful and good i love her so much

Kaltain Rompier!

I know it looks really unfinished (dear god the ‘fire’ is dreadful-.-) but I don’t have time to work on it anymore:( It was more of a therapeutic image for me to get stress down but I love her so much, and really enjoyed drawing her so I’ll certainly want to draw some proper book scenes including her!

Also guys is there any specific character or scene from either the TOG or ACOTAR you’d like to see?

People are commenting about Alicia and Bob cooking together but honestly it looks like Bob is cooking and Alicia is just straight up chilling with her glass of wine and now I need to know like, does Bob do all of the cooking? Has he always known how to cook? Like, is this how he wooed Alicia, by being this big hunky, bro-y hockey player who could make her a five course meal on their third date? (Also now I’m really taken with the idea of Alicia being a TERRIBLE cook and baby Jack’s dutyTM during dinner was to keep his mama out of the kitchen)

i want to be princess perfect but i also resent that i want that. i stare hungrily at the thin thighs of other girls while promising up and down thick thighs save lives. i love her curves and i kiss every one of them, don’t care she doesn’t have hipbones, only care about the way she moves under me. but i care about me and how i look naked and what i look like in the mirror and if the picture is just at a bad angle or i really look like that. i compliment her for her strength, her integrity, her kindness, while i brush my own aside in favor of scorning my broken nose and crooked teeth. i say she’s beautiful without makeup anyway and i mean it but i can’t help that i go outside only when i’m covered in something. my hair is always around my face. i love the scenes where the shy girl pulls hers back at last. i love the scenes where she takes off her glasses and is pretty. i never put my glasses on in public, not where people can see. 

i hate and i love and i hate pretty.

Matt's Glasses

Matt’s glasses always bother me, starting with the fact that Pidge is wearing them. She obviously doesn’t need glasses, as seen in flashbacks

And the fact she doesn’t wear them with her helmet

And I want to say she just popped the frames out, I really do, but

they obviously do have frames. 

Aside from Pidge wearing the glasses, there’s the fact that Matt is not. He obviously needs them, right???

But he’s not wearing them with his helmet, yet his dad is. He always wore them in flashbacks, even the photo that seems to be taken just before he left

Yet looks like he can see perfectly fine without them

Conclusion: Matt Holt is a faker who only wears glasses for the aesthetic 

“My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.”
Hooo boy, Celaena is a character I didn’t like in the beginning, but now I wish she was my best friend. We’d eat candy together like there’s no tomorrow. I think I really like her because she’s this girly, beautiful woman who also happens to kick major butts.
I wanted to redraw her b/c the first time I drew her I wasn’t feelin her yet.

but it got under my skin. that’s the thing. no matter how many compliments i walked on there was always a shard of glass that found its way in. and i know it’s my fault; i know to grow thick and shake it off or learn to turn to the sun. but yesterday i remembered what it sounded like when she said “everyone really just hates you, you know that, right?” and i couldn’t stop shaking. it’s been years since then and i’m still not good at making close friends. i don’t even think she knows who i am anymore. we’re friends on facebook still, i watch her laugh in the types of pictures i’m too nervous to take. i watch the girls on tv with their pink bedrooms and boyfriends they love effortlessly. that was never me. i wish i was made of diamonds. i wish nothing could get through me.

Rowan in EOS

Remember when Rolfe made that comment about Sam, and you hear a choking noise and the sound of a desk slamming, glasses rattling? I immediately assumed GO AELIN but really it was like GO ROWAN because wow he isn’t jealous and he doesn’t avoid the topic of Sam but he generally understands and cares and lets Aelin have that past love and he lets her mourn for him without being jealous or shutting down anything about him. He’s just so great. So great. You go, Rowan Whitethorn

just a thing that’s been on my mind: i thought it was really, really cool that hillary clinton abandoned her really made up and polished look for her speech yesterday

when bill clinton was the governor of arkansas, hillary got so much hate for not looking or acting like a traditional politician’s wife that she basically had to physically transform herself completely in order to salvage bill’s career. she had to dye her hair and start wearing makeup and get rid of her glasses and change her clothing style and lose weight. i watched a segment from that “the choice 2016″ special where a commentator said something along the lines of: she had to completely forfeit her own physical identity.

and i just love the idea that now that the pressure is finally off her, she doesn’t have to do that anymore

and i know people are going to be all “oh, she looks so tired! oh, she’s broken! oh, she must be sick or maybe dying!”

and, like. THAT’S JUST WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE, THAT’S WHAT WE ALL LOOK LIKE

and i just hate how women aren’t allowed to even show their own faces in public without being told they’re somehow broken for doing it.

like, i never wear any makeup in my daily life and haven’t for years because i find it physically uncomfortable, and i like having the freedom that comes along with that in terms of time, money, etc, but there is also this massive guilt that comes with it, mostly because we almost never see women who aren’t perfectly made up in our popular culture. like, sometimes i’ll be all, “wow, i really relate to rory gilmore!” and then the little patriarchy voice in my head will hiss, “uh, you will never be like rory gilmore because she’s a dorky book nerd who’s gorgeous and you’re a dorky book nerd who’s plain as hell. rory gilmore wouldn’t even talk to you!” i mean, obviously rory gilmore won’t talk to me because she is not real, but there’s that weird feeling like you don’t even belong among the ranks of the female characters who represent our gender on tv and in movies.

and when i woke up on november 9 and got ready for work and saw my blotchy devastated face in the mirror, i thought, “man, everyone out in the world is going to think i’m so ugly, how can i inflict this upon them?” and then i thought, “you know who would rate my value completely on how i look? donald trump. you know who didn’t  give a shit about looking like america’s perfect standard of beauty until she was forced to? HILLARY GODDAMN RODHAM CLINTON.”

and it was like, that decided it for me. i just feel better now. i hope that if i ever have the supreme misfortune to meet ol’ donald, he looks at me and thinks, “blechhhhh! what a 4!”. because feeling guilty for not catering to patriarchal demands on women’s looks (and has the patriarchy found its truest human embodiment in donald trump or what?) just feels so offensive after what has happened and how misogyny has been reaffirmed by the results of this campaign season and election.

and so i am thankful to hillary for making the decision to not get all dolled up for that event and to instead just look like herself.

maybe she will start wearing her rad glasses again next. YAAAAAAAS.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that Maggie figured out Kara is Supergirl and instead of telling them she knows, being the little shit she is, hardcore starts messing with the danvers sisters. She starts buying all kind of Super stuff for Kara cuz she 'thinks kara has a crush on supergirl' or some shit like that. honestly i just need an awkward rambling mess of puppy danvers and a really smug Maggie. then maybe Lena catches on and her Maggie bond over what to buy Kara next because come on Kara youre not sneaky

Can you imagine though?

Cause Maggie would lay it on so thick!

“Heard your girlfriend saved the day again little Danvers!”

Kara awkwardly pushes her glasses up her nose

“What?! No! I mean, she’s not my girlfriend! We’re just like friends - just really good friends!”

“‘Good friends’ yeah, sure, that’s exactly what I used to say about all my girlfriends.”

“Maggie …” Alex warns.

“What? I just think that Kara needs to come to terms with her crush on a certain someone. It isn’t healthy to repress all that.”

“Crush?!” Kara gulps glancing at Lena. “I don’t have a crush on anybody.”

“Kara, it’s completely fine! Who doesn’t have a crush on Supergirl?” Lena smiles, patting her arm.

“W-wh-what?”

“Oh come on! The hair, the arms, the ‘save the world’ personality -who wouldn’t have a crush?”

“I’m Supergirl!” Kara blurts.

Maggie laughs and Lena smirks.

“Yeah, we kinda figured that one out, little Danvers.”

“What?!”

“If it helps any, you did say you flew to my office on a bus.” Lena offers.

“Oh. Well, did you mean what you said?”

“About what?”

“Having a crush on Supergirl.”

“Kind of hard not too.”

“Would you want to go on a date with Supergirl?”

“No… But I’d love to go on a date with Kara Danvers.”

They’re so caught up in each other’s gaze that they don’t notice Alex sidle up to Maggie and hand over the keys to her Ducati.

“One time around the block, that’s it.”

“We agreed on a whole afternoon with the loser’s bike.”

“Yeah but that was when I thought I was going to win.”

Maggie pouts.

“Don’t push it, Sawyer!”

2

I’m back writing your prompts, yay! My writer’s block is gone for good finaly so here is another one-shot! I really liked writing this one, having Jughead the one losing his perpetual composed self. I hope you will all enjoy it too!

(P.S. I’m not ignoring your older prompts, I was just craving to write this after last episode and Jughead’s pain, which I’ll never get over. Don’t worry, darlings, I’ll write all your prompts during this hiatus to help all of us deal with all those beautiful Bughead feels! <3) 


The glass doors of Riverdale’s General Hospital closed with a light swoosh behind a rushing Betty Cooper, her messy bun bouncing vigorously with every urgent step her white sneakers took. With her white pajama t-shirt still under her maroon grid bomber jacket and a pair of grey yoga pants – the girl minutes away from dozing off to a dreamless slumber just before her phone disrupted the calmness of her room – she anxiously jogged down the quiet corridor, due to the hour, and stopped abruptly in front of the reception, the elder head nurse shooting her an exhausted glare.

“I’m looking for Forsythe Pendleton Jones.” Her voice came out with difficulty, Betty now registering how out of breath she was, probably by the fact that her house was at the other side of town and she had chosen to walk, or most correctly run, all the way to the hospital.

Keep reading

7

Kidge Week Day 1-7

These were from like…a month ago, but still posting just cuz. It was Kidge week around the second week of December and I decided to participate. Even though I never submitted these and it’s hella late now. OTL

I AM…SO SORRY. All but the first one actually looks decent. I worked really hard on the first one and *burned* myself out, okay?

Posting anyway, so enjoy the Kidge (Keidge? Peith?).

Long haired Pidge gives me life honestly. Also her glasses aren’t in any of these omg shit fuck.

Aelin swallowed hard. There were wounds in both of them that had yet to heal, but this one… Truth. As always, she could offer him one truth in exchange for another. ‘I didn’t deserve Sam.’
— 

Queen of Shadows

Sometimes, I read this quote and just feel really sad because no matter what she does in her life - almost escape the salt mines, tap into magic, become the king’s champion, and fight for her kingdom as queen - Aelin never felt like she was worthy enough that she deserved Sam’s love. Perhaps that’s the saddest piece of Sam’s death. Not that he died young, though that is extremely tragic. Nor the way that he died - a way that no one deserves. No, the saddest part of his death that it destroyed Aelin and even years later, she still didn’t feel like she even deserved him when he loved her more than anything else in his life. She still doesn’t realize that she was the sole reason he was even happy for those last few months until Arobynn destroyed their future.

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Belle Reve

Request: (anon) Hi pumpkin! I love yours imagines and I would love that you do one about that the Joker’s daughter is arrested in Belle Reve, so Harley and Joker go to rescue her. I would really appreciate it. Thanks love

////

You sat on the floor of your cell staring at the bars. You twirled a piece of glass in your hand from the broken mirror you stole the first time you had taken a shower here. Every day you were gone from you you chiseled a mark in one of the bars. Today was the fourteenth day, two weeks away from your family but it felt like years. You missed your purple satin sheets, you missed getting up to sneak into your parents bed, the warmth and the safety of their touch. You couldn’t get your fathers words out of your head he’d whisper to you before he tucked you in when you were a little girl. ‘I will always protect you.’ Your fingers clenched into a fist thinking about it, how could he let this happen to you? The blood starting dripping between your fingers and you released the glass from your grip. As mad as you were, all you wanted was for him to come and make it all better.

You ripped some of your shirt off and covered your hand. Then you took the sheets off your bed and started to make a swing, your mother told you she used to do it to pass the time when she was captured. They could keep you in a cell but they couldn’t stop you from having fun. You climbed up and stared out at the guards. They all knew who you were, and they wouldn’t dare mistreat the clown princess out of fear the Joker might find out. You just swung and smiled and tried to day dream about when you would get out.

Frost and Joker sat in the back of the van outside of the the prison. The words Belle Reve on the side haunted him. Memories of all the days Harley sat in there alone without him caused a heavy pain in his chest. The failure of not being able to keep his queen safe and now it had happened to his princess too. He tried to block out the moment as much as possible.

You were dancing in the club, he had his eye on you from his booth to make sure no one was giving you trouble. He laughed to himself thinking about how much you resembled your mother. Harley placed a drink in front of him and sat down next to him. 

“She’s fine Puddin! We need to get to business now.” She said rubbing his shoulder. He felt something in the pit of his stomach that looking back, he wished he had listened to. But he took his eyes off you anyway to concentrate The man across from them laid out a briefcase filled with gold that caught both their eyes. 

That’s when the man made the mistake of checking out Harley. If he had just kept his mouth shut…. Joker knew how beautiful his queen was he didn’t need to hear it from other men. Within an instant the man was dead and Batman came crashing down through the roof. Joker grabbed Harley’s hand and they darted out of the VIP section. The room quickly filled with smoke and people ran everywhere. He felt Batman’s hand grab him and rip him to the floor. He pulled out his knife and fought with all he had. His only motivation was to get his girls. Batman had gotten the best of him, of all the nights, so Harley cracked him in the back of the head with the but of her gun. They collected themselves and searched the floor for their baby.

That’s when the Joker saw the image he’ll never forget. Nightwing was on top of his princess handcuffing her and picking her up before disappearing into the smoke. Joker ran over and extended his hands calling your name trying to find you. But it was too late.

The memory made his head ache and he massaged it and tried to focus on the plan before him in the van. Frost’s voice struck him out of the memory as he pointed to where they would head first. The one weekness Belle Reve had was the east wing. Low on security, drop off, and easy access to the tunnels. 

“Boss if we drive the van over there, say we have a weapons delivery, they’ll let us drive up to the drop off station and we make sure the silencers are on our guns to take out the guards and get their outfits. There should be no more than five.” Frost was just as eager to get you back home as Joker was.

Joker turned to the goons in the front seat of the car. “You assholes better have those bombs ready. If you fail it’s your life.” His voice was cold and they quickly nodded to make him happy.

They drove up and made it it through the entrance. He saw the guards standing chatting outside the loading station. He gave Frost a stern look and Frost shook his head letting his boss knew he understood. Joker kicked the door open and the siege began.

Before the guards even knew what hit them they were dead on the ground. Frost and Joker dragged the bodies inside while the goons kept a lookout, once they were changed they all headed through the east wing shooting anyone they saw that stood in their way. 

“Boss this guys suit doesn’t really fit me, why couldn’t we get our custom ones again?” Frost said trying to adjust his pants that weren’t going past his ankles.

“And keep my princess waiting? You better be fucking joking johnny.” Joker growled at him. Frost knew when the boss used his real name it was serious. He covered his face with his helmet and put his gun up ready to continue. 

Once they got to the control room Joker blasted an entire round through the window and climbed in. He motioned for one of the goons who knew how to work computers to come in and start his work.

“Search for (y/n) and find out what cell she’s in.” He ordered surprisingly patiently that it took everyone by surprise. The Joker now just had tunnel vision wanting to find you.

The search results didn’t find anything on the computer. Joker immediately lost all the patience he had. He slammed his fist down on the desk denting it.

“Figure something out!” he screamed and the goon shook in his boots and his fingers were shaking so badly he could barely type. Frost knew acting like this they would run out of time.

“Just type in Joker kid, they might just file her under his name.” Joker looked up at Frost with frustration and reassurance. “You know how stubborn your girl is boss, she probably refused to give her real name.” Joker smiled thinking about you, he knew Frost was right and loved that about your personality. Frost took a sigh of relief when he saw his boss relax. The computer lit up “Section 4 Cell7B” making the Joker cringe. That was Harley’s cell. 

You jumped down from the sheets, you couldn’t pretend it was okay anymore. You walked over to your bed to sit down and put your hands up to your face so the guards wouldn’t see you crying. It was no use though, in seconds you were breathing heavily and full on sobbing. You could hear the guards whispering and laughing. You thought about what your father would do to them if he was here. You stood up and marched over to the bars ready to fight. The guard smiled and waved at you from across the room. You opened your mouth to shout at him when suddenly you felt it. 

The ground started to rumble and then it exploded up into the air. You dropped down to the floor of your cell to cover your head. You peaked your eye out between the floor and your arm and saw more guards marching out of the fresh hole in the ground. 

“No not more of them… what the fuck is this a squad mission?” you whispered to yourself when one rushed to your cell and started sawing away at the bars. Part of you wanted to leap to protect them as you saw the carvings of the days you’d been here start to fall to the ground. You sat up and curled into a ball. You just wanted it to be over. Once the cell was open another guard marched in and stared at you.

You looked up at him with wet eyes and nothing left in you. You put your head back down into your knees when he didn’t say anything. You tried to picture home.

“Princess….” a familiar voice said that sent warm shivers down your spine. You glanced up slightly and saw him.

You leaped to your feet and it was like you flew directly into his arms. He spun you around and held you tightly breathing in your scent. He couldn’t handle the bliss his body was feeling and fell to his knees holding you. You pulled away from his chest to make sure that it was real. You both traced your finger tips over each others faces cementing the moment as reality. 

“I.. I…” you could barely speak as the tears fell, now tears of joy. “I thought you weren’t coming anymore.” 

Joker breathed in heavily and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I will always come for you.”

As happy as you were, you couldn’t deny how angry you were that you were taken from him in the first place. “You said you would protect me but I was taken from you. How do I believe you now?”

“Oh baby…” Joker said knowing full well he had a lot to make up for. “because this time I’ll follow my gut and never take my eyes off you again.”

P U N C H

I’m gonna be real with you, I procrastinated finish this for like 5 days because I just couldn’t get the lighting to be gucci. Lucky me, @illustraice is an actual fried chicken goddess and saved my ass so that I didn’t just trash it and redo it by making it all BAM FIRE BOOM.

So! Technically, this is my first collab, even if it did only take her about 25 minutes because she’s a #queen. Tap for better quality because it’s being a fuck

Tag Squad: @thespace-dragon @neato-ft @hell-dragon-fire @arkarii @celestialgoddesslucy @soul-of-glass @anybody else idk man I’m really tired right now just hmu if you wanna be tagged